so my massage was going absolutely amazing (--strong little bitch--) until she suddenly tried to work her finger into my ass. Of course my iron clad sphincter was having none of that and she nearly ended up with a chipped nail and a knuckle out of joint. She looks at me and says "relax". I look at her and say "get real". I mean, WTF... I ain't up with that homo shit. If her margarita drinking ass had tuned into EF lately, she would have realized I AIN'T GAY.
shit = out = yes
dicks/fingers/rubber toys/small rodents = in = NO
After a dozen of "eye sah-ree, eye sah-ree, my mess-teek" she added another 30 minutes to the massage. She was looking for that tip.
The only other problem on this trip is that I have an old laptop with DSL, but no DSL access here. So I have to use the network connection to Mindspring in Atlanta (dial up) and their 1-800 number. This was already on here when I bought this used. So it is slow as fuck. So I promise I will reply to all the PM's and emails I have gotten when I return to the States.
shit = out = yes
dicks/fingers/rubber toys/small rodents = in = NO
After a dozen of "eye sah-ree, eye sah-ree, my mess-teek" she added another 30 minutes to the massage. She was looking for that tip.
The only other problem on this trip is that I have an old laptop with DSL, but no DSL access here. So I have to use the network connection to Mindspring in Atlanta (dial up) and their 1-800 number. This was already on here when I bought this used. So it is slow as fuck. So I promise I will reply to all the PM's and emails I have gotten when I return to the States.